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Leaves bright eyes gazes out at the man

Have been the wind. Chinese parasol trees uphold the dance. Purple velvet curtains wind dance floor

Leaves the room walked up and down, slender 521 cigarettes, slender fingers. This is a fine woman, emaciated stick thin, like the lily flower in full bloom.

Only the wind so praised her, which is completely different taste of men. His deep crystal of a kind of catch the eyes of the ethereal and intangible, and erratic. Said that when the wind is very casual and did not see her hands turning a cup of green tea.

The wind shook the leaves had been carefully hand, palm facing the clutter texture leisurely to say, leaves, your happiness in bloom everywhere, but you fail to seize, they are blurred and indistinct. You should return.

So, you happy? Leaves bright eyes gazes out at the man. He has an angular face, as if his hometown of marble. Wind slightly upturned mouth is not a natural movement of the clicking, and then a touch of that my happiness to open in the dark and the dawn of the border, and instantly withered, like a cracked no password.

Leaf out of his hand, lit cigarette, in front of men is clear and ambiguous

They were 17 years ago have met. An accidental transfer.

He is a sunshine boy, ran to her seat suddenly say, leaves your hair really fragrant.

The leaves on some of the face, head thrown himself into the book.

More often, the leaves looked like the boy to the blackboard to make title, like he was behind her back towards the students make faces below, which leaves appear, but also other significance. The wind passing through the same eyes, she was always the wind.

A surface of the pond, ripples rippling.

Leaves that the wind, but also remember that when you graduated to send me that Niou do?

What Niou? Some vicissitudes of wind indifferent Qi Chu, accurate down into the leaves of the heart.

In fact, he never forgot,cheap uggs and leaves a positive view. Funny two staff pull together behind the engraved names of each other, and some ambiguous. That year he was 17 years old, her 16-year-old junior high school graduation. An anxiety of the evening, he was a bit hasty to say, leaves, go home look. Run away and then turned around, and the long shadow some of sad.

Received a phone leaves, the wind a bit surprised. Over the years, like circulation, as duckweed, the ties have been very small. Perhaps, had gone with the wind of. Wind always think so, and then a glass of wine poured into the stomach, hot feeling. He often on weekends to go to a bar called the Four Seasons lily, smoking, drinking a high degree of wine, touching the small hours back to their nest, Overturn sleep, loneliness all the more turbulent. The room is small, the walls full of impressionist paintings, large duo lilies, thick lines, Nongmo, empty and dark background.

Leaves the company open soon always on the lookout.

You Come on, leaves the phone said, we fight together.

Oh, the leaves, I'm not that kind of talent, do not like that kind of life.

Leaves know that the lives of the wind the wind, the wind, like life. This gives her some silence, some cold, tried to grab another to seize a sense of nothingness.

The leaves to get to that town when the lanterns are large windows on the quiet flash of neon duo is difficult to touch the light and erratic. Suddenly on some bitterness, scattered fragments of 1.1 points traversed.

The wind, we really do ---- no ---- it?

Wind and three years ago, the last time we met has been very different, and a time, the leaves are swept from the rough at a loss. Some of his long hair messy, dull luster, all he hears of the eyes, bottomless empty and bleak. Leaves actually do not know in the end you want to find what is in front of today?

We are most familiar with strangers, is not it? Face of the wind under the influence of alcohol some of flushing. Leaf fragments of the immediate past suddenly appeared, that little boy ran to her seat, suddenly to say, leaves your hair really fragrant. Yes, the leaves of the fragrant hair is still so, but no one dare so bold to say.

Leaves the immediate hand touched the hand of the suddenly thin hands, and some faint smell of tobacco, and some paint atmosphere. Leaves hands to stop, so good, a kind of tacit communication and exchange, and the light pale, as if from the source of all life came to the end of the stream to go.

That night the wind was escorted back the leaves, the wind is still, as always, drink, and thick down-, and thick vicissitudes. Along the way, the wind kept speaking, leaves, you release me, I can do, you release me, I soiled your clothes, I can do, really, really ------

This man is arrogant then a mixture of inferiority complex.

Total want to fly very high, forced the beating wings.

This man is inferior, the origin, cause, feeling less vulnerable and sensitive, like a mask firmly.

He is a self-world of the emperor, does not allow others to touch and sympathy, even love.

That night, they slept in a bed, but who also could not sleep, the wind drowsily to say, leaves, you see the sunset, you see ---- I will give you paint, do not move, do not let me lose inspiration, you can see, Naduo Lily ----

Leaves, I can not with you, I am not good enough for you, never I have never accompanied by you, the past few years, I've always wanted to narrow the gap between us, I ran about busily, I hope to make achievements, to You see, however, gaps, increasingly large leaves, you say, I was not very good laugh?

Tears suddenly leaves on the flow. The wind, you silly. I have never care about before. If I care about,UGG Bailey I come to you do. I know you have the ideal, I know you have your own direction and responsibility, which is enough.

I just want to know, do you love me? You loved me? I have never been so close to listen to you.

Love, need to share, rather than guessing.

Leaves the room walked up and down, slender 521 cigarettes, slender fingers.

The wind information, and I came back the day after tomorrow at the Convention Center held personal exhibitions and have my reservations about work "lily in full bloom".

If you like, I would like to personally send you that day.

Suddenly feeling a kind of return, from the Indus